A poem describing the auspicious beginning of construction

2. Poems about Yang

The auspicious poem on the bowl 1. Poetry on the bowl

Li He, cross Huaqing Palace.

In this spring, at the foot of the mountain, only crows are sad, and the curtains hang long, covering the lonely Hua Gong.

Clouds filled the air, the red pane looked dim, the step stones were broken, and the money-shaped purple moss was skewed.

At that time, there was still wine in the jade bowl, and the silver lamp was bright, and it was adjacent to the outside.

When King Shu left, there was a bud on the edge of spring.

"Qin to lyrics? Luo Chao Cao Fei Li Bai

In March, when the wheat is green, the pheasant flies into the sky, carrying two female pheasants.

Why the splendid clothes are out of water, and the calf herder is sad about the salary.

Spring is peaceful, the sun is warm, pecking at spring is full of courage, and the neck is broken.

The pheasant class played the urgent orchestral strings and poured wine into the jade bowl.

A withered young man is a withered young man. I am still living alone at the age of seventy.

The endless hatred of playing the strings returns to the yellow mud in printing.

Li Bai's Flying to the Phoenix

In March, when the wheat is green, the pheasant flies into the sky, carrying two female pheasants.

Where are the embroidered wings of brocade? Cattle herders feel sorry for their wages.

Spring is blooming and the weather is getting warmer.

Pecking the fountain is full of courage, and the neck is broken when competing for the male.

The pheasant class played an urgent orchestra and fell in love with the beautiful wine bowl.

A withered young man is a withered young man. I am still living alone at the age of seventy.

The endless hatred of playing the strings returns to the yellow mud in printing.

Li Bai, a travel bank

Lanling wine tulips, jade bowls filled with amber light.

But I got the host drunk and didn't know where it was.

Huang Furan, Send Hung-chien to qixia temple to Pick Tea.

Picking tea is not picking grain, but staying away from the cliff.

The leaves are warm in the spring breeze, and the baskets are oblique in the daytime.

I used to know Shansi Road, but I stayed at home.

Excuse me, Wang Suncao, when will this bowl of flowers open?

"Jiyuan Cold Food" Meng Jiao

The wind blows in the nest, and there are no children and no old women.

The willow bow and reed arrow are invisible, and the high red and far green work cover each other.

Girls and boys are short, and I heard that they cherish the Spring Festival Gala.

The runaway bees hide butterflies and trample on the ground, but throw away a porcelain bowl.

A hundred times a day in spring, you have no feet to walk to the court.

Hungry children need horses to sweep flowers and feed them, and drink three or two glasses of water at night.

I remember that we were both over the blackberry moss well, but there was no news when the pulley rope broke.

Alcoholics rely on spring to make their hair green, and illness hides autumn white.

Chang' an fell into the sky, and the south wind led to the front of the three temples.

Poor spring objects admire me, too, but I sing by the Wei River.

Take my hand home from the flowers, and Songyang will leave me with a rosy glow.

Pity lingers in thousands of feet, and the pillars are full of doubts.

Bees mainly grind their teeth and bite the flowers in the village.

Your urn should be full today, and the five-color winter cage is awesome.

2. What are the poems about bowls?

1, the jade bowl with ice and cold drops of Hua powder melts the fragrant snow through the veil, which makes you look late, wins the lotus temples, and looks forward to welcoming your eyebrows. The first face is the spring dream day, and the song's "Huanxisha" 2, the jade bowl with ice and cold drops of Hua powder 3, and the jade bowl with cold breath to relieve the summer heat Song Yanshu's "Die Jade Bowl with cold breath to relieve the summer heat" is a wine cellar biography. Pollen chrysanthemum, the qingping music of the British floating bowl Huang Songting Jian, does not push the small family 4. A bowl of light Moto Huangsong listens to Jian's Drunk and Falling/a hugging bead 5. Rabbit Brown Golden Silk Bowl Huang Songting Jian's Xijiang Moon Bellong Tougang Spring Morning 6.

3. Poems about Bowling.

Send a letter to general Xishan, and send troops to Longyou in autumn. What's left of this song is the voice of my hometown.

When the eagle flies, it leaves, and when it flies, it takes care of its owner. Difficulties must be the best policy, and relaxation is the future.

The sun sets, the porch covers, and the wind blows. Pine mourns Shui Han, while sand confuses snow-capped mountains.

And Lu is still pregnant with benefits, and it is impossible to prevent. Since ancient times, in a foreign country, I have shown my special characteristics calmly.

Yan sealed the handle and touched the terrible whale. How miserable the Central Plains is, the remnants are still vertical and horizontal.

The arrow goes into Zhaoyang Hall, and Liu Ying sings. A wife cries with tea, but a gentleman walks in white.

Chen Ji's star moves, and the garden is murderous. Empty gold bowl, no light curtain.

Destroy the temple, rain, burn the palace. The shackles fall on * * *, and so does the night.

In March, the teacher punishes the public and the public cooks it. The injured relatives stood up and bravely decided to hang their crowns.

Wonderful reputation period Zai Yuan, special grace and column qing. When will we return to the festival and sweep the guns with all our strength?

There are 3,000 people in your capital and 70 cities in the ladder. It's not the lobbyist who is ashamed, but Lu Xiang.

Most students are micro-classes, and Zhou Xing sits alone. With your shoulders, your hair is short and short.

I want to follow Liu Biao, but I also have doubts about Mi Heng. Gradually decline, then don't, endure tears alone.

Abandon the fox language in the town, and fight with tigers and leopards in the empty village. People frequently fall into charcoal, and the public does not forget sincerity.

Marshal adjusted the new law and the former army suppressed old Beijing. Anbian is still a squire, don't get ahead.

4. Poems and proverbs about porcelain making.

Poems and proverbs about porcelain making.

White jade is not a treasure, and I don't need a daughter.

Miss a thousand pieces of paper, but keep thousands of books in my heart. -Hickory poem

Bamboo has great potential, and pine trees are resistant to the cold of the year.

Plum blossoms flourish, and three friends are happy at four o'clock. -Yongzheng Jingdezhen official kiln "Three Friends of Cold Years" Song Zhumei

Nine autumn winds open the kiln,

Win a thousand peaks and greens. -Yueyao celadon

Dayi porcelain is light and strong,

Koukou is like a legend that mourns the jade city.

Your white bowl is better than frost and snow,

Send Mao Zhai urgently, poor thing. -Yao Xing white porcelain.

a two-part allegorical saying

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Pottery pots on porcelain kilns-one set.

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Kiln bricks fired in the same kiln-tarred with the same brush.

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Chamber pot, Yixing-what a mouth!

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Pig Bajie ate a bowl of dregs-all words (porcelain).

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Sweep the millet with a big urn-touch it to the end

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Put the bowl in your eye-refuse (China)

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Pour charcoal in the urn-there is nowhere to send fire.

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Broken porcelain plates do not fit together.

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Broken plates and bowls-adding oil and vinegar

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Wear glasses for pots and pans-this is a net fault.

Poems about Yang Jili 1 Mei and Xue Shi.

1. For the sake of spring, Xue Mei refused to surrender, and the poet stopped writing and began to comment on this chapter. The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.

2. There are some plums in the corner, and Ling cold opens them alone. It is not enough to know the snow from a distance, because it has a faint fragrance.

All fragrant people shake off their beauty and bring all the amorous feelings to the small garden. "Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."

4. The frost bird wants to get a glimpse first, and the pink butterfly seems to be dead. Fortunately, there are micro songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood gold bottles.

All the trees are frozen and ready to fold, and the lonely roots are warm and lonely. Snow covered the village. Last night, flowers were in full bloom in the snow.

6. The wind is fragrant and the birds are dull. If you obey the law next year, it will first be reflected in Chuntai.

7. It is difficult to draw a picture alone when counting calyx with snow at first. There is rhyme in the fragrance, which is extremely cold.

8. flute and anxiety, oblique skills according to the disease. Against the wind, if solved, it is easy to destroy.

9. The snow in Jiangnan and Jiangbei is long. The way you walked into the sky, when I saw the snow falling at dusk, I came back again.

2. Harmony poems

Xishi

Tangluoyin

The rise and fall of the home country has its own time.

Why do Wu people complain about stones?

If the State of Wu is overthrown,

Who died in Yuezhou?

Beautiful history

Tangwangxu

Since beauty is respected throughout the empire, how can Shi stay at home humbly? .

Washing clothes by the lake in the south at dawn, and there was a great lady in the palace in the north that night.

One day humble, no different from others, the next day promoted, everyone praised her. ..

She no longer powdered her face with her own hands, nor put a silk robe on her shoulders. ..

The more the king loved her, the cuter she became, which made him lose his wisdom. ..

The girls who washed silk beside her were left at a distance from her chariot. ..

None of the girls in her neighborhood can imitate her beauty.

Xishitan

Don Cui Daorong

Treacherous court official Wu Wang destroyed Wu, but the notoriety was on stone.

Back in those days, that Hu Shui rolled and sounded like a beautiful woman.

Xishi

Niuxinpuzi

A generation of the whole city chased the waves, and Wu Gongkong recalled his son's family.

The effect is not to laugh at the women in the east village, but to wear yarn by the white stream.

Xishi

Tang Libai

Shi, a woman from China, was born in Ramie Mountain.

Her charm has been passed down to this day, and Lotus sees her shyness.

She moved the green water in the stream near Bianxi, as leisurely as clear water.

It is rare to see her smile and show her white teeth, because she is reflected in a weak voice.

Gou Jian, the King of Yue, collected national colors and raised eyebrows at the history of Wu.

She was loved by the king of Wu and placed in the palace of the Children's Palace.

Wu was defeated, and Wu never returned for a thousand years.

3. Mei Zhuju's poems (two each)

Bai mei

Wang Yuan cotton

This body is in a forest of ice and snow, and different peaches and plums are mixed.

Suddenly a Ye Xiang, scattered for Wan Li dry springs.

Mo mei

Song jujian

Don't hate Danqing's waste painter, you don't need to seek common ground while reserving differences.

Jade capacity is not as good as western Western jackdaw color, so it is different from Han Palace.

Takeishi

Zheng Qing Banqiao

Insisting on the castle peak is not relaxed, and it is fundamentally in the broken rock;

After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.

Wei County Bamboo Painting Department was established in 2002, and Bao Dazhong became rich.

(Qing) Zheng Banqiao

Lying in the Yazhai listening to Zhu Xiao, I suspect it is the voice of the people's sufferings;

Some small collectors in Caozhou County always care about their feelings.

Julie (Qing) Zheng Banqiao

A piece of green shade is like washing, why bother to protect bamboo?

It is better to use bamboo as a fence than to ask for help.

Zhu (Qing)

The whole world loves to grow flowers, but the old people only grow bamboo.

Frost and snow move to court, and new green is sprinkled.

After a quiet snowy night, the shadow lost its green color.

Don't be blown away by the wind.

Tang Bai Juyi's Ode to Chrysanthemum;

Overnight, the new frost gently hit the tile and the banana collapsed again.

Only the east hedgehog chrysanthemum is cold-resistant, and the golden millet has a clearer dawn.

Tang Yuanzhen's chrysanthemum

In autumn, the bushes, like Taoist priests, are more and more inclined around the fence.

It's not that chrysanthemum is preferred among flowers, but that this kind of flower is more barren.

4. Write poems by Mei and Xue

Fan Gu, Liu Kezhuang, pale yellow dust, never dreamed of Qingxi Cuilu.

Empty envy, expensive villa, a few secluded. The bones are cold and the tendons are clear, which is especially suitable for eating bamboo in cold weather and dusk.

I want my master's staff to walk a thousand times, north and south. Ning, Tai Jindian; Ying Ning water, shame silver candle.

Sigh the charm of the group and come back as a costume. East for Jifu powder, who pity the empty valley people like jade? Laughing at Lin Bu's "He Shen Wen" is a poem, and nobody reads it.

Yu Meiren Yizhou saw Mei Zuohuang Tingjian, and there was a letter from Jiangnan. Mei is close to knowing spring. The midnight wind is fine, fragrant and late, and it will bloom all over the south branch before dawn.

Yutai should be jealous that pink flowers float to her eyebrows. I would like to cherish my heart all my life and go to the countryside as a teenager at the age of ten.

Jiang Mei recalls Jiang Mei, Hong Hao, Tianya, and Jiang Mei in addition to museums. How many branches have you opened? Why did you bring Yuhang Chunxin to Yantai when you came to the south? Far away, chatting and comforting are all quasi-cold English, separated by mountains and rivers, who should I sell and find! Laugh and daydream to lift your heart, break your ileum and miss your hometown.

Playing with green leaves and quoting "agriculture, countryside and farmers", I don't feel the soul flying. I listened to Hu Jia too much, and my clothes were stained with sadness and tears.

It will take another day to arrange flowers in disorder, waiting for loneliness and fear of the east wind to blow overnight. It's a frosty corner, plum blossoms in Fan Chengda, sunny and windy, and spring scenery all night.

The pulse flowers are sparse and the sky is light, the clouds come and go, and there are a few branches of snow. If you win, you will lose your sadness.

Who said that? Only two lines of geese are low, knowing people to lean on and drawing the earth and the moon.

Li Yuqing Pingle: Don't come in the middle of spring, it's heartbreaking. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full.

Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true. The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further.

Jie Jiang plum blossom introduction. Jingxi Snow Resistance: Bai Ou asked me whether I should stay alone or stay in my heart. If the heart stays, why lock the eyebrows. The wind plays the small curtain lamp and dances dizzy, indifferent to the idle shadow, recalling the past. Is it an old tour now? Flower House, Liu Xia Boat.

Dreams are dreams, dreams are not dreams, and cold water flows in vain. Huang Yun desert is saturated with kapok fur.

No one is worried about me. It snows tonight, and there are plum blossoms, just like my plum blossom dream. Plum Mei Yun is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Noble, elegant and noble qualities shock the soul. Clear shadows are accompanied by fragrance. Mei Xinqing's people are not as good as flowers, and flowers are ashamed of themselves. Turbidity clears itself, and the soul turns into plum blossom, plum blossom, plum blossom, three sounds, dust and tears. All of them are plum drops, blood, red berries, sweat, and weather.

Lai Tiansheng is thin and hard, muddy and fearless. Safe.

Don't be a shadow. Only the moon is intimate.

There is no spring breeze, how to say * * *, begonia? Lu Meipo's "Xue Mei": Xue Mei refused to surrender, and the poet stopped writing and commenting on the chapter. The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.

Wen Tianxiang's Plum: "Plum blossoms are cold-resistant as white as jade, and the disturbance is more yellow. If you show a thin punishment to the flowers, you can't wipe away the fragrance. "

Wang Mian's Mo Mei: "The first tree in Xiyan Lake, my home, has light ink marks. Don't let people boast that the color is good, just leave the air full of Gan Kun's Du Fu, with plum blossoms before it and plum blossoms after it.

I never know that spring is early, what is the most tolerant to guests? "Lin Xiaomei Hejing, the mountain garden, shook off all the fragrant smoke and brought all the customs into the small garden." Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight evening. "

Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms. Fortunately, there are micro songs to compare, and there is no need for a golden plum on sandalwood. There are some plums in the corner of Wang Anshi's house, and hanling blooms alone.

It is not enough to know the snow from a distance, because it has a faint fragrance. Bet a plum blossom poem with Xue Zhaoming and lose a poem. Wang Anshi and Fahua, looking for spring, like to see plum blossoms.

Fengcheng Nanmo remembers its year, and it is difficult to come with the post. Yimei Li Shangyin settled in Tianya, something she didn't want to look forward to.

Cold plum is the most hateful. It looks like last year's flowers. 1 1 Go to Fufeng in the middle of the month to see plum blossom Li Shangyin's graceful way, which is untimely and fragrant.

Chang 'e is accompanied by moonlight, looking indifferent; Blue jade girl is colder than frost. Empty hands full of plum blossoms, but I don't know where to send them; And plum blossom's sad parting happened to meet me, heartbroken.

Who is the morning show for? Don't keep the old days. Morning plum, southern dynasties, thank you for welcoming the spring, so I get up early and I am not afraid of the cold.

I am afraid that after falling into the flowers, no one will look at it. Du Fu's plum blossom in Jiang Meitang broke before and after for many years.

I never know that spring is good, what is the most annoying thing? The snow trees are the same color, and the river wind is its own school. I can't see my hometown, and the witch is gloomy and rugged.

Zaomei, Tang Qiji, all the trees are frozen and ready to break. The lonely roots are warm and lonely. Snow covered the village. Last night, flowers were in full bloom in the snow.

The breeze is blowing towards Mei, so it has no emotional appeal. Avon's clean posture makes the birds jumpy. If you obey the law next year, it will first be reflected in Chuntai.

Wei Zashi came from the old country. Tell me what happened there! . Leaning against the window and opening the first cold flower tomorrow? ? Wei has seen cold plum hair and heard birds singing.

Looking forward to spring grass, I am afraid of jade steps. Don Li Shangyin settled in Tianya, and she didn't want things to happen.

Cold plum is the most hateful. It looks like last year's flowers. Jiang Shi suddenly saw a cold plum tree and flowers blossomed on the Hanshui River.

I don't know if spring is early, but I suspect it's playing with pearls. Ding Meiyong sent a man from Yuxi, Liu Tang. Early flowering often makes you cold, but it is often bitter and sour again.

What happened to you in spring? Yao Tao will smile, prostitutes will look back! When I asked Jinding, I knew it tasted bad. There is snow in the calyx of Tang Cui Daorong Plum Blossom, so it is difficult to draw a picture alone.

There is rhyme in the fragrance, which is extremely cold. Flute worries, oblique skill depends on disease.

Against the wind, if solved, it is easy to destroy. Plum blossom Tang Yuxin feels plum blossom fragrance in the twelfth lunar month.

I don't believe that this year's Spring Festival Evening, everyone will come to see it. The tree hangs on the ice, and the branches are cold.

If I had known I couldn't find it, I really regretted the clothes list. Looking for plum blossoms in the snow, Tang Xiaogang was absolutely surprised that plum blossoms came late. He came to peep in the snow.

The lower branches are visible, but the higher branches are hard to know. Everyone is embarrassed to show their wrists and make way for each other.

You must also learn two or three skills by cutting and confusing. Plum Blossom Tang Jiang Han Wei There is a plum tree in Bai Yutang, and now several flowers suddenly bloom.

Several doors are closed, how can Chunguang come in? Plum blossom, song, thin, small calyx pearl color. When a flower blooms, a hundred flowers bloom and the garden is full of spring.

If you want to spread the message of spring, you are not afraid of snow burial. In di, take three fang, Dong Jun is advocated.

In winter, the mountains are full of excitement. Song He, they want to grow old. I am afraid of willows every year, and I am sad everywhere.

Vegetables are short and red wax flowers. How can there be ice and snow? The east wind returns day and night.

And Yang, plum blossom, stone, don't blame the frost morning, and the white head is wasted day and night. Cut a new flower, like waiting for the moon in the west wing.

Give plum blossoms to Song Mei Su Shi on the mountain, and the flowers will be white, and no one will come after the pedestrians. Don't take advantage of the plum to taste the boiling wine, but watch the drizzle ripen the plum.

Mo Zhu Meng Li, Qingjiang drunk ink, cold branches sparse frost. Now it's black and white, so don't ask, make up for the world.

Yang Bu's painting "Plum Blossoms in Song Lou Key" is often read as brilliantly as a pen.

5. Huangqiao Poetry

Glossary of words for closing dusk

Words describing dusk are:

The sunset glow is colorful and mottled with light and shadow. The sunset glow drops a little, and the sunset in the west is like blood, filled with smoke. The bird returns to the lantern in Hualin. At the beginning of the night, the sun sets, and the sun sets. The sun is setting all over the sky. The setting sun is melting gold, the setting sun is getting thinner, and the setting sun is getting thinner in Sang Yu. The west wind is fading, and the twilight is boundless.

Poems describing dusk are:

1, with the twilight shadow in my heart, I have driven ahead in Leyou tombs. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

2. When Jiang Hui saw the flower watch, he knew it was at the west gate of Xunyang. Or go to a lonely boat for three or four miles, and the hookah sand rain will come to dusk.

3. Xilong instruments are quiet and the bells and drums are long. Who is the companion sitting alone at dusk? Wei Zi Flower versus Ziweilang.

At dusk, Nansha ebbs, the moonlight is covered with sand, and autumn snow is falling. Hydrology is neither smoky nor swaying, and the plain is cold and empty.

5. The art gallery is singing and dancing, and the club goes to the club to see it. The dragon is the companion of Jiang Loushi, but he still needs to lean on the fence at dusk.

6. In front of the independent Buddhist temple at dusk, there are trees and cicadas all over the ground. Generally, the heart is always bitter at four o'clock, and the time of heartache is autumn.

7, the ancient locust smoke is sparse and sad, independent dusk. Looking south, a flock of new geese went to Tingzhou.

8, the fog is thick and the clouds are light and always sad, the mind is refreshed, and the golden beast disappears. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Do not die. West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers.

The sentences describing dusk are:

1, the sunset left a long shadow, a piece of blood red. ..... The sky soon darkened, grape-colored dusk, purple dusk. Covered with citrus forests and narrow Gua Tian; The sun is a kind of squeezed grape purple mixed with burgundy red.

2. Every evening, the thick and heavy clouds in the sky can only be blown into crimson clouds with a little gap in the sunset, just like a fish rolling golden scales occasionally in the rough sea.

There is always a smell of cooking smoke in the evening air, mixed with all kinds of dishes on the warm table, and mixed into a special taste. This taste is not only an olfactory experience, but also a tactile and psychological experience. Always warm, practical and reunion.

The sky is getting dark and the sunset is like blood, slowly covering the whole xx Mountain. There is only a sunset glow on the horizon. He stood at the top of the mountain, and the breeze passed by him. Although it is summer, he still feels a little chilly. He stood there quietly, saying nothing, as if nothing existed.

There is always no sense of demarcation at night. God, whether it's black or not; The light, should I turn it on or not? Should the curtains be closed or not?

6. The sun has passed through at night.

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